Did the playwright couple get divorced today?

Chapter 679 "Damn it! Shen Suiyan shit! This is his shit smell!!"

Shen Du was stunned for a moment, and sniffed carefully.

"No, what does it taste like?"

Nan Song was about to describe what that mysterious smell looked like when he saw Shen Du frowned and changed his words instantly.

"Wait, it seems that there is indeed a smell."

"Yeah, you found it too."

Nan Song paused for a second, and said again: "And this taste, I don't know how to describe it, it's very mysterious, you know?"

Looking sideways, Shen Du also looked deeply puzzled: "Well, I understand that feeling, don't panic, wait for me to find the source of the smell carefully."

"it is good."

Shen Du dragged the chair and lifted the curtains, but found nothing, so he squatted down and looked under the bed again.

"Nothing."

Nan Song hugged Sui Bao, and said suspiciously: "But have you noticed that this smell seems to be getting stronger and stronger, and it still stinks."

Shen Du got up from his side and replied, "Well, I found it."

Nan Song raised his hand and covered his nose, his face was full of dislike: "Hurry up, this smell in the bedroom is too disturbing, how can you sleep at night?"

"Okay, okay." Shen Du agreed hastily.

After searching, his eyes slowly fell on Sui Bao in Nan Song's arms, and the doubtful look on his face suddenly became heavier.

"Wait, don't move."

Nan Song, who was walking in circles with Suibao in his arms, stopped and looked at him: "Ah? What don't you move? Are you talking about me?"

"Correct."

"what happened?"

Nan Song didn't know what he was going to do, but he still remained obedient.

Shen Du was about two meters away from her, he moved slowly and walked over, standing in front of Nan Song.

Nan Song was about to ask "what's the matter", when he saw Shen Du suddenly leaned over and lowered his head, moving towards the butt of the little guy in her arms.

Nan Song: ".You want to kiss Sui Bao's ass? It's not necessary, brother? Why do you think it's just a kiss?"

As soon as the speechless voice fell, a beautiful national quintessence resounded in the bedroom——

"Fuck! Shen Suiyan shit! This is his shit smell!!!"

Nan Song: "."

I don't know why, but the little guy who thought he was sweet, soft and cute before suddenly felt a little hot when he was holding him in his arms. (Smile)

But this is his own son after all, so he can't throw it around.

Nan Song took a deep breath, not daring to move.

He could only ask Shen Du nervously: "What should we do now?"

The person who was asked for help was also panicked: "I, I, I, I, I will call Aunt Fu! You carry him downstairs!"

"Auntie Fu is not at home now! I just sent her a WeChat message saying that I want to eat Longjing shrimp tonight, and she went out to buy vegetables!"

"."

Shen Du looked desperate.

But after all, he is a man who is used to big storms, so he feels that he won't be intimidated by such a small scene.

Although at this moment the air is filled with the mysterious atmosphere of the shareholder, it really makes people feel a little overwhelmed.

Shen Du took a deep breath and began to direct Nan Song.

"Put him on the bed, on his back."

Nan Song moved his toes and was about to turn around when he suddenly remembered something, and said tremblingly: "I dare not move, I'm afraid what if his poop leaks? Then I'll let you go!"

Shen Du moved his lips slightly and was about to speak, but was interrupted by Nan Song——

"After all, children's poop is thin, liquid, like water"

Shen Du was shocked, and quickly raised his hand to stop Nan Song: "Okay, that's fine, my wife, don't go on talking, the scene will get out of control later."

It was too late to say it, and then soon, there was a overwhelming feeling in his stomach, and Shen Du suppressed that feeling with all his strength.

Damn, it's too dangerous.

"It's okay, wife, don't be afraid, it won't leak, put him on the bed first, and then we will take it step by step."

Nan Song looked at Shen Du and said, "Then you hug."

Shen Du: "."

The taste of Suibao Baba was really sweet, Nan Song felt that his eyes were getting hot, so he decisively threw this hot potato towards Shen Du.

"Okay, I'll hug."

At the critical moment, don't you have to rely on him?
Shen Du snorted coldly in his heart, stepped forward and took the little guy in Nan Song's arms.

As the distance got closer, the charming oriental mysterious smell became more intense, and it penetrated into the nostrils and forehead.

Shen Du couldn't hold back, and finally "yue" came out.

Seeing him like this, Nan Song slapped him on the shoulder.

"How can you dislike your son? Are you polite?"

Shen Du's eyes widened, and a row of small question marks appeared on the top of his head:? ? ? ? ?
"What about you? Are you polite?"

Nan Song was stopped by Shen Du's question, recalling his reaction just now, raised his hand to touch the tip of his nose, but didn't speak.

Indeed, laughing at fifty steps and laughing at a hundred steps seems to be meaningless.

Shen Du turned around and put Sui Bao flat on the bed, and then took off his panties.

At the moment when the scene was unobstructed, Nan Song couldn't help but let out an exclamation.

"Wow."

Shen Du looked down at the little guy who didn't know what happened, and sighed faintly: "Go and get me a mask."

Nan Song raised his eyebrows: "You despise your son again?"

Shen Du: "Then why don't you come?"

Nan Song turned around quickly: "I'll get it for you right away!"

Don't take small steps too fast.

After a while, Shen Du put on the mask and sighed: "How can a baby's poop smell so smelly? Does he have a stomach problem?"

Nan Song squinted at him: "Suibao has always been eating my milk, what do you mean? My milk quality is not good?"

"No, I'm just asking casually."

"Then why don't you breastfeed him?"

"..."

Shen Du shut up and stopped talking, and began to concentrate on changing Sui Bao's diaper.

Throughout the whole process, Nan Song stood by and watched.

Seeing Shen Du's obviously unfamiliar technique, she supported her chin with her knuckles, looking thoughtful.

"hiss……"

Shen Du stopped his hands and turned to look at Nan Song: "What's wrong? Am I doing it wrong?"

"That's right, but it doesn't feel smooth. I just reflected on it and felt that we can't just rely on Auntie Fu to take care of Suibao. We are his parents. We still have to learn the baby-raising skills that we should master."

Shen Du continued: "Well, I think what you said makes sense."

After changing the diaper, I don't know if it was because it was worn crookedly, which made Sui Bao uncomfortable. The little guy kept moaning, looking very upset.

Aunt Fu was not around, and there was no personal guidance. Nan Song and Shen Du stared wide-eyed, and couldn't understand his needs at this time.

Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, Sui Bao, who was lying on the bed, simply cried "Wow".

"..."

(End of this chapter)