Chapter 1018
John flipped Flint‘s collar and sleeves up.
Flint had a fleshy body. The skin under his shoulders, armpits and the other crevices was fair and soft
with no abnormalities.
What could be wrong with him?
John was about to admit to himself that he could not figure it out, a pungent smell entered his nose.
Maintaining his expression, he looked at the woman who was staring at Flint anxiously.
“Flint, what happened to you? Can you tell Aunty?” Sherry held Flint‘s hand, her face full of worry.
John pressed his lips together. Then, he said with a straight face, “His
buttocks might not be feeling comfortable.”
“Huh?” Sherry looked toward John in puzzlement. “How do you know his
buttocks aren‘t feeling comfortable?”
“I‘m just making a guess. I‘m not sure of it yet.” John held Flint up and turned his little buttocks toward
Sherry.
She used her hand to touch Flinty‘s buttocks. They were soft and did not seem to have anything wrong
with them.
John observed her expression and added, “You can‘t tell just by touching. You have to smell with your n
ose.”
Since Sherry was worried about
Flint, the strangeness of John‘s words did not even occur to her and immediately placed her
nose to Flint‘s buttocks.
The stinky smell of poop filled her nose in an instant and she almost died from the stench.
Sherry quickly took a big step back.
“Ha!” The man‘s pleased laughter rang.
Sherry finally realized it.
It was not that Flint‘s buttocks were feeling uncomfortable. He had pooped!
That man had most likely already smelt it
before her and had deliberately made her smell Flint‘s buttocks!
What a b*stard!
Sherry looked toward John coldly. “Stupid John, believe it or not, I‘ll slap Flint‘s poop all over your face.”
John smirked. The laughter
in his eyes could not be hidden behind his glasses as he gave an affectionate smile. “Sure, I believe yo
u. You can try it now.”
Sherry immediately became cowardly.
That man was at his most dangerous whenever he looked like that. She could not mess with him.
She pressed her lips together and continued to look at Flint.
Flint‘s eyes were teary and he was still crying.
John hid his smile and glanced at Sherry. “Bring Flint‘s bag over.”
As he was speaking, he sat on the ground with Flint in his arms.
His fair, slender, and large hands started to take Flint‘s pants off.
Sherry was relieved.
When she had come down from the buggy to go after them, she had brought along Flint‘s bag, which c
ontained his bottle and diapers.
The bag was nearby.
By the time Sherry brought the bag over, John had already taken off Flint‘s pants. He had also removed
the diaper that was dirty with poop and placed it to the side.
Flint was not crying anymore. Instead, his chubby body was sprawled casually on John‘s lap.
The only thing was that his buttocks still had poop stuck to them.
Sherry was overwhelmed by the bad smell as she approached them. She pinched her nose as she took
John took the wet wipes and wiped Flint‘s buttocks clean without changing the
expression on his face at all.
Upon finishing the job, he threw the wet wipes and the used diaper together and glanced at Sherry. “Thr
into the trash can.”
Sherry‘s lips puckered up in distaste but she took the items and threw them into a nearby trash can.
When she returned, Flint was already dressed and was lying in
John‘s arms. His chubby face was pressed against John‘s neck.
Suddenly, he called out, “Daddy…”
John‘s straight back stiffened.
Sherry was stunned too. She was about to correct the baby when she heard him saying, “Milky.”
John raised his head and looked toward her. “Bring his bottle to me.”
Sherry snapped back to her senses.
It turned out that the baby was hungry and wanted to drink milk.
Sherry took out the bottle from the bag.
The milk bottle was insulated and was filled with prepared formula.
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