But Su Huai's eyes were still clear and faint.

He just chuckled, "I just think the name Lan is more suitable for you than Bo, and... Isn't it the name Lan in its name? Lan also sounds pretty good."

But Shi Qinglan's vigilance did not resolve it.

She gently twisted her fingers twice, always feeling that Su Huai was an incomprehensible existence. He seemed to know everything, but he was too lazy to care about it, and he was unwilling to explain it clearly...

But since there is no intention or malicious intention to expose it.

Shi Qinglan didn't plan to care about him, "It's OK, it's just an id. I don't care whether Lan or Bo."

In fact, using a nickname to cover up your identity is just a cover-up.

If you are a person who is familiar with her appearance, you will recognize her no matter what name she uses. If you are like these people in the club, you will not pay attention to the wealthy Chinese community or the entertainment industry...

Even if they told them that they were called Shi Qinglan, they might ask straightforwardly: Who is Shi Qinglan?

"Brother Bo... Uh, Master Lan, you should have some lunch first, and it's time to train again in half an hour."

"Yes." Shi Qinglan responded softly.

Seeing this, Wen Le immediately went over to help her open the lunch box, and then unscrew the insulation bucket.

The lunch prepared by Bo Yucheng for her is rich and exquisite. The main dish is fried yam tablets that can help pregnant women get appetizing, as well as steamed sea bass that is light but can supplement nutrition, chestnut chicken that can season the soup to control the amount of oil, and there is also a portion of fried shrimp in tempura as a snack. The main dish is milk oatmeal porridge placed in a heated bucket.

"Damn it smells so good!" Erli leaned closer in shock.

He had already eaten and drank enough, but when he smelled the aroma of the dish that was coming to his face, he couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

All dishes are obviously large portions rather than single portions.

Perhaps considering that there are other people in the club, the number of dishes is not large, but the quantity is sufficient.

"It's so light." Guagua scratched her head, "Oh yes, after all, Master Lan's stomach is not very comfortable, so it's normal to eat some light ones. Your friend named Bo is very thoughtful."

Wen Le immediately captured the keywords vigilantly.

He immediately looked at Shi Qinglan, "Husband... Master Lan, do you feel uncomfortable intestines? When did it take time to get serious? Have you been going to the hospital for a check-up? Did Mr. Bo know?"

Wen Le asked a bunch of questions like a machine gun.

Shi Qinglan gently pressed his forehead with a headache, "I..."

If she explained that she did not feel stomach discomfort, she would not be able to correspond to the previous excuses, but if she admitted that she felt uncomfortable, Wen Le would definitely make a big deal.

But just when she hadn't figured out how to smooth things over.

Wen Le patted her on the shoulder, "Master Lan, you eat first, I'll send a text message to Master Bo to report!"

"No! Hey, come back..."

"in vain!"

Shi Qinglan was about to stop him, but Wen Le realized that she was about to stop him, and immediately left the club and edited a text message to Bo Yucheng.

"Master Bo, my wife said she had stomach discomfort."

After receiving the text message, Bo Yucheng suddenly stood up. He frowned tightly, "Stomach and intestines are uncomfortable..."

For a while, I couldn't figure out whether it was a gastrointestinal problem or a gastrointestinal discomfort caused by morning sickness in early pregnancy.

He walked out in a meteor, and while rushing to the garage to pick up the car, he took out his cell phone and sent a text message to Shi Qinglan, "Wen Le said you have a stomachache, what's going on?"
Chapter completed!