But Su Huai's eyes were still light.

He just chuckled, "I just think the name Lan is more suitable for you than Bo, besides... isn't there a word Lan in the name? Lan is also very nice."

However, Shi Qinglan's vigilance did not disappear.

She twisted her fingertips twice, always feeling that Su Huai was an incomprehensible existence. He seemed to know everything, but he was too lazy to care, and he didn't want to explain things clearly...

But since there is no intention to debunk and malicious.

Shi Qinglan didn't intend to care about him, "It's all right, it's just an ID. I don't care about Lan and Bo."

The use of nicknames to cover up their identity is just to hide their ears.

If she is familiar with her appearance, she can recognize it no matter what name she uses. If she is like these in the club, she does not pay attention to the Chinese giants and the entertainment industry...

Even if they tell them they are called Shi Qinglan, they might ask straightforwardly: Who is Shi Qinglan?

"Why brother... well, Lord Lan, you'd better have lunch first, and it's time to train again in half an hour."

"Yeah." Shi Qinglan answered softly.

Hearing this, he immediately went to help her open the lunch box diligently, and then unscrewed the thermos barrel.

The lunch that Bo Yucheng prepared for her was hearty and exquisite. The main course was stir-fried yam pill to help pregnant women appetite, steamed sea bass with light but nourishment, chestnut stewed chicken with broth seasoning to control oil, and a tempura. Fried shrimp is served as a snack, and the staple food is milk oatmeal in a thermos.

"Fuck, it smells good!" Er Li leaned in shock.

He obviously had eaten and drank enough, but he could not help swallowing when he smelled the scent of vegetables coming to his face.

All dishes are obviously large servings rather than single servings.

Probably considering that there are other people in the club, there are not many dishes, but the quantity is sufficient.

"It's so light." Guagua scratched his head. "Oh yes, after all, Master Lan's stomach is not very comfortable. It's normal to eat something light. Your sordid friend is very thoughtful."

Wenle immediately caught the key words vigilantly.

He immediately looked at Shi Qinglan, "Husband...Master Lan, do you have a stomach upset? When did the matter go to the hospital for an examination, do you know it?"

Wenle asked a bunch of questions like a machine gun.

Shi Qinglan touched his forehead lightly with a headache, "I..."

If she explained that she had no gastrointestinal discomfort, she would not be able to correspond to the previous excuses, but if she admitted that she was uncomfortable, Wen Le would definitely make a fuss.

But when she hadn't figured out how to complete the field.

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

"No! Oh, come back..."

"in vain!"

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

"Boy, Mrs. said that she has stomach problems."

After Bo Yucheng received this text message, he stood up suddenly, frowning tightly, "The stomach is sick..."

For a while, I couldn't figure out whether it was a gastrointestinal problem or a stomach upset caused by morning sickness in the first trimester.

He walked out at a rapid pace, 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 are sick in the stomach, what's the matter?"

Shi Qinglan: "..."